Showing posts with label finnegans Wake. Show all posts
Showing posts with label finnegans Wake. Show all posts

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Howordz Way by fly (Maybelogic Quarterly issue summer Solstice 2006)


By Fly Agaric

Àpollo versed himself into fish with womb
Piloting poets to DELPHI:
                The womb of the Wor.ld
A Womb governing the Oracle of Delphi
Meaning womb
                Sauce of Life and Wisdome

Dolphin
flipped into FISH WITH A WOMB by greek logic
The damnable Navy seals and their repulsive poison and accursed ear-
wax
Mistranslate dolphin into
                FISH WITH BOMB!

Shamefully perverting a smiling samaritan and guardian of ships into
                Eliptolis
                Destroyer of ship's
                Smiling merchant of death
Evil and further devilry in the sickly name of national kaution
                Li Sao Li Sao for sorrow
Our only security is change

Sucking my pink thumb i evoke
                A Babel ichthus
Decoding To enable alien races to ©omunicare
Speaking with their aboriginal slangwedge
                As waves begin taking form
                  Rising but formed
                      Holding their form
                         Foam: sparkling cristal 1494:

Aldus
Manutius and his Aldine pressa tipografica was sealed by
                Dolphin and Anchor ideographix
Suckling pesci with a womb
                And navire ancorare
Whirling Stenella longirostris twisting like DNA hélix ribbons
                Mind like the whirl without the pool
                A tomb without a corps
Dolphfinnegans: connaissance-without-an-objet
                Mathematizing sea-good Dolphins classified as mammifére in 1776 by Linnaeus
Mankind scrawls his taxinomie of gnumerous goodz in his book

Surfing Dolphinnegans Wake
Lactating mindfield churned inside out
                And turned again into Eins Leary wide uni.verse
La Tao of Joyce
                A delfino voix: JANUS

"Phil Adolphos the weary O, the leery, O,
"                Dolphin in the wildsbillow
"Light a pike on porpoise
"Pannonia on this porpoise
"Can you nei do her, numb? asks Dolph
"Spirit spires Dolph
"                Godolphinglad in the Hoy's Court
"                Godolphing in fairlove

"Dolphin's Barncar. Wan Ceteroom;
"Cods' cradle and porpoise plain
"Simple philadolphus
"Traduced into jinglish janglage
"                For the nusances of dolphins born.
"                Adolphted such an Adelphus! Jerry Godolphing"

Uncertain.tea brewing the womb of future porpossebili.tea
Disentangle the Dauphine stir into Auvergnat
                Realitea
Adding condensed mammal latte for spiral galaxy

Original swinners with oración credentials
                Traduced into jinglish janglage
For the nusances of Delphinus born
                Babel mammal surfing a word warywide web
Barbarous Godolphin horse speak
                And Poseidon took over the titles of le Royal Pallas
Sea beast and salmoneus the human oak king
De Dagdafinn
sanghasongs of Salmon read knowledge
                Percolating La Boyne Water

®osa dauphin à gros nez corkscrews up a cherry waterspout
                Gyrating along the Amazon
Like a brief lived raspberryframboise ripple cascade
                A Rubescent ivory strudel.
Salmoneus thrusting out its whirlpoint towards the ruddy riverun
                Above the earth a garden of rose trees
Flowers blooming and dying all-at-once
Pink porpoise cloud portal hatchway for
                Returning Bufeo Colorado

Dusky faces and pearl shoulder blade oscillating through upward fountains
Petals of frosted skin shed and fall
Through the coral cetoessa fontana
                Glowing apricot as sunset leaves
Their ochre clings to their fuselage
                Tangerine rust against the sunlight thrusting up a vertical river mouth
                Godz puckered roseo lips sucking and blowing with circular breath

®osewine vortice linking heaven and terroir
The Ocean sky ladder exited by delphinidae godolphinnx
Leaving munkind a soggy porpoise corpus which reads
                Cherry'O and tanks for all the fish
Tromba d'acqua
dances furthur down river back out to the ocean
                And makes porpoise portalz
Suckling up Cetacea With kundalini zing
                Meeting the Palladium moonlight casting a crescent silhouette
Prophecie'd since Aldus printed the
                Hypnerotomachia Poliphili
Transduced as
poliphilidolfinnegan
by Flipper
                The great cétacémostro marino
Comming from Greek ketos sea-munster
God A Hikue and goddess Hiuaoioi flipping summersalts

Extraterrestre
voices float on the sea aire
                Festina lente as Arion's lyr
And Jason dreams upon his chrusos fleece
Deciphering from Delphine to English
                The ice of the owlphin in aire is lyke whoman?
                Dolpfinnz pronounce owls un ombinaxionx of owls yet
                ill avin rubble ith onsonanz

Shark of the covenant appears quilted in sea-beast skins
And sacred Shoulder blades are boiled and brewed into
                Delphilazarus elixir
                PALLADIUM moonshine
Now Watch the waves as they roll
Ripples and eddies coiling outwards
                From the galactating Dauphine constellation of
                Strange aquatic attractors that inflowenced us here
Comunicación between bard and porpoise
                The Intelligenz sporterspout

Dharma
songs ode to Temples of Tethys
Voixed by the sweetest Goddess of la océano
Lamenting mammal babel re©orded in doggerel by hoo-ha GODMEN
                As another TYPE of critter
                And Pelops married Hippodamia down river
                And was sad when she returned to the sea
No longer strange to rediscover fossilized PAKICETUS poems?
A genus of extinct
                Cétacé poesé épica
Found in the upper Eocene of Pakistan
Once-upon-a-time part of the coast skirting
                Tethys Ozean

The truth paddles around the ruins of Peos
With the Sonne in its golden wor.ld cup
                La argent apples of the lune
                Le golden pomme's of the sole mixedmashed
Into a sac.red and whiffy fishélixir Finnsmoothé

Delphinus
bathes close to the celestial equatore
                And the same stars glittered above the noir sea
while Howard plays in electric-ultramarine waves then swimming again
                Rushing up the Crathis towards the Styx
                In mating season
Charged with lust up through the river bouche fresh from the mare
                Making haste slowly
Dolphin kicking and jamming, in the year of the water bearer
Li Sao
Li Sao for sorrow

Peace Borso
Lilly
Be as eternal peace in the vortex of evolution
                Li Sao
And thanks
for all the poisson

Sunday, May 30, 2010

STOURBRIDGE in 'FINNEGANS WAKE' by James Joyce & 'CANTO LXVI' by Ezra Pound

STOURBRIDGE IN 'FINNEGANS WAKE' & EZRA POUND'S CANTO LXVI.
Steven James Pratt aka' Fly Agaric 23.

Two Pears, one Ram chained to a bridge?


The Tale of the Tribe class was hosted by the Maybe Logic Academy and led by Dr. Robert Anton Wilson. The group focused on two major texts of the 20th Century: The Cantos of Ezra Pound and Finnegans Wake by James Joyce, both of which Dr. Wilson suggests require mastering, or at least reading, before entering into the 21st Century of hypermedia.

During the 8 week class I would often copy/paste images and hyperlinks to illuminate fragments from these two texts. This process gave me the general impression that the communications within both FW and The Cantos were maximally compressed, and CONDENSED like mp3 files.

I discovered that with sufficient attention and magnification of focus utilizing various webnet tools provided freely on the World Wide Web, a much richer and wholesome technicoloured reading experience emerged.

“I wish Mr. Pound would tell us what he believes,” T.S Eliot lamented in 1932. In Make it New (1933), Pound answered tersely, “I believe the Ta Hsio.” This would seem to settle the matter: Ezra Pound was neo-Confucian.”--Robert Anton Wilson, The Goddess of Ezra Pound, Illuminati Papers, 1980.

Finnegans Wake' by James Joyce, and The Cantos of Ezra Pound exhibit mind like qualities, I have found. Text and ‘reality’ processors sucking in history, even today, maybe tomorrow, but these books have stood the tests of time, and still stand up today as masterpieces of language literature and history, true and tested 'tales of the tribe'. The bar has been set so high that we are still trying to reach it.

Prophecy has a kind of reverse effect of immortality, that may lead to everyone being ‘right’ all the time, but them equally everyone being ‘wrong’ all the time. Getting beyond ‘being’ then might be a good idea for life in the bardo data stream, the digital holographic ‘process’ we experience today in 2010.

Much of the special synchronistic material I have found in the these texts derives from the work catalogued by Robert Anton Wilson in the Joyce/Pound scholarship running throughout every piece of his extraordinary works. I recommend them all highly, especially Quantum Psychology, Coincidance, Cosmic Trigger and the Schroedingers Cat Trilogy.

My collection of relative Epiphanies and most meaningful synchronistic' encounters are the beginnings of my Joyce/Pound research and practice, inspired by Bob and deployed throughout my blogs over the last five years or more.

In August of 2005, I discovered to my astonishment that ‘Stourbridge’ was brewing nicely within Finnegans Wake, right there, slap bang on page 184. Since then I have used this message to me, from James Joyce, as a meaningful enough synchronicity to base my more far-out ideas about Finnegans Wake, and hypertext.

Bonded Warehouse, Stourbridge. 2009.

There is a sister/brother town, or living museaum place called ‘Sturbridge’ in Massachusetts, New England, U.S.A. It was settled in 1729 and officially incorporated into the Union in 1738 E.V. Today the Rotary Clubs of Stourbridge and Sturbridge are twinned and regularly visit each other, but I doubt they are aware of this literary connection with Ezra Pound, James Joyce and with John Adams, who I am sure they do know a bit about, being the second president of the United States, and first Vice President.

From, Finnegans Wake by James Joyce.

"Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so
up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay
kitchenette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the
umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree)"
- Finnegans Wake, part 1, Episode 6. Page 184.

A ‘Lithargogalenu’ maybe derived from the greek lithargyros: a monoxide of lead ore, or dross left after smelting lead, if so, that fits with the local glass and pottery industries around the Stourbridge area. But the word ‘clay’ brings us to the major contributing factor as to why folks settled in and around Stourbridge and why pottery, smelting and the glass industry flourished, the special clay enabled greater experimental conditions for innovating the arts and crafts and industrial applications of ‘fire’ clay.

From Ezra Pound’s Canto LXVI

"and i went in a post chaise
Woburn Farm, Stowe, Stratford
Stourbridge, Woodstock, High Wycombe and back to
Grosvenor Sq" - Canto LXVI, line 30, Page 380.
Canto LVXI by Ezra Pound, page 380.

After some Googling through wikipedia and environs and some traditional book worming I discovered the diaries of John Adams and that he visited England and wrote about his travels in great detail, as a prolific writer, compared with the modern scripted puppets.

It appears from his diaries that he visited Stratford, Birmingham and Worcestershire while on cultural exchange trips. The historical fact that John Adams, the second president of the United States of America was impressed enough to write beautiful verse about Stourbridge and environs interests me deeply, both as a lover of poetry, and of history.

This geographical and historical precedent provides the precise kind of space/time portal of discovery I was waiting for, a link to my biological place of origin and cultural identity with the ‘tale of the tribe’ or two of its major characters and both of their Magnum Opus.

Another word that punched me in the front teeth within the ‘Stourbridge’ Canto LXVI is "Dudley" that is the name of the Metropolitan Borough in which Stourbridge is situated ever since ‘Dudley Borough’ swallowed up Stourbridge into its sovereign state, back in 1974 (54 p.s.U).

Before this date Stourbridge was incorporated into the ancient parish of Oldswinford, that is featured in the doomsday book and the Magna Charta.

Dudley Metropolitan Borough is presently the 2nd most populated town in the United Kingdom and still mushrooming in 2010. Further research led me to discover that Pound was probably referring to William Wade Dudley (1842-1909) a soldier in the American civil war, a sly lawyer and slick government official, a Republican campaigner and a "crooked" electioneer (Election engineer).

In my excitement I thought he meant the brute Robert Dudley, the guy with the castles and the land named after him and his dynasty of Dudley’s. John Dee was Robert Dudley’s uncle, a fact that I find of historical significance due to Dee’s influence on the re-discovery of American and the British Empire.

Another name for the compounded regions around Dudley used colloquially is the ‘Black Country’, so named according to Occult folk-lore, due to the clouds of toxic pollutants and by-products from the 18-20th revolution taking place, or the industrial variety, in the back garden of the Midlands, England. What I interpret today, through the gloss of a gloss of Pound’s Cantos, rampant exploitation and privatization of what is naturally abundant in nature, such as water, gas, oil, vegetation and minerals. Who distributes it, how?

" this 41st section repeals MAGNA
CHARTA the 19th chapter
as follows the words: NO FREEMAN...to... by his peers
and the law of the land
Whereon said Lord Coke, speaking of Empson and Dudley,
the end of these two oppressors
shd/ deter others from continuing the like”
--Ezra Pound, Canto LXVI.

Lord Coke (1552-1634), the colonial entrepreneur and jurist appears in Pound's "Tale of the tribe" as a heroic entity providing a clear exhibit of a mind in history that Pound could anchor his pirate ship poem to, a balanced weight for the latter Cantos.

"A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving". - Lao Zi

At the end of Canto LXVI another word jumped off the page at me: “Shires” This appears on the last but one line of the poem. Shires is used today to identify many rural areas in England, Australia and America, i.e Herefordshire, Worcestershire, Staffordshire, Yorkshire, Cambridgeshire etc.

Readers of J.R.R Tolkien will be familiar with the Shires and their rural context from his popular tales and ubiquitous fictional folk law. Pound's Cantos process and interact through the reader with a similar ‘ubiquitous relationship between mankind and Nature, but Pound in a very different mode to Tolkien, albeit a metaphysical, imagist, ideogramic mode of representation and juxtaposition in the language of poetry. A new language of meaning, a new historic synthesis of world cultures and scripts and texts all mixed up together, like Finnegans Wake in this respect, but unlike Joyce’s ‘nat language’.

By brilliantly harpooning various fragments from many different cultures, often rare and bloody notes collected from the rubble of war and decay around him, Pound brews up a swirling cloud of exhibits that happened to catch ‘Stourbridge’ in its net.

"By another clause (in our Charter)
that the great and general court or assembly
shd/ have power
to erect judicatories courts of record
and other courts
to determine pleas processes plaints actions etc
whereby a law (2 William III) have established etc
and in Edward IV this Beauchamps commission
was, for the uncertainty, VOID
By letters patent and under great seal
in all shires, counties palatine and in Wales
and any other dominions
- Canto LXVI, Page 386.
Stourbridge Town Center. Photo by Fly.

To enact the pushing and pulling forces on the word and sentence to make a literary vortex, may come from turning two valued polarities upon themselves. Joyce and Pound are both masters of casting thousands of shades and subtle tones a rainbow spectrum of light, full and bursting that can shatter and refract any two valued conclusion that may lead to historical certainty.

Poetic ambiguity and multi valued logic systems emerge in the mind of the reader and the tribe of readers and speakers, the vortext of twisted history spins a full turn of human DNA change, civilization unwinding the cosmic ages, coming and going in cycles, chapters, sagas and ragas.

The "Hologramic" process appears wonderfully well detonated within Dr. Wilson's book: "Coincidance: A Head Test." He sometimes calls this phenomena "Holographic prose" but it often escapes identification itself because of its ubiquitous presence, like atomic particles and the question ‘what if?’

Wilson has incorporated vast amounts of illuminated historical details using his own methodological historicism and his holographic writing to the Universe all-at-once.

"Fly Agaric 23: Could you explain a little bit about your holographic prose?

RAW: No. I'm struggling to write a whole book about
that right now and can't imagine how to
condense it. Besides, it's the hardest
part of my work to translate...
I'll give you two related samples from the Illuminatus and see what you
can make of them: "They shall come to gno gods."
"They shall come to gnu godz."

I wish to highlight the positive attributes of historical revisionism as a tool through which poetry becomes a portal for a new kind of Group Cultural Archeology, a social uprising of readers, writers and scholar activists, a network of like minded, and free spirited individuals, a little bit like the 'wikipedia' community of info-phobes. Write on.

Brierley Hill is another local town in the Dudley Borough and turned up some interesting ‘brier’ tuck, when searched as a word in Finnegans Wake, for example:

Triss! Only trees such as these such were those, waving there, the barketree, the
o'briertree, the rowantree, the o'corneltree, the behanshrub near
windy arbour, the magill o'dendron more. Trem! All the trees
in the wood they trembold, humbild, when they heard the
stoppress from domday's erewold. –James Joyce, FW, page 588.
By Steve James Pratt, Stourbridge, England 2006.
Edited in Amsterdam, 2008 & 2010.
Fly @ the Ten Arches, near Stourbridge

Sources:
  • The Cantos of Ezra Pound, New Directions Publishing
  • Finnegans Wake, James Joyce. Faber & Faber
  • The Tale of the Tribe, Micheal Berstein, University Press.
  • The Adams Papers, Harvard University Press.
  • Coincidance, Robert Anton Wilson. New Falcon.
  • The Illuminati Papers, Robert Anton Wilson. Ronin Press.
  • Illuminatus Trilogy!, Robert Shea & Robert Anton Wilson,
  • Wikipedia.com
  • 76' One World and the Cantos of Ezra Pound, Forrest Reed.


Here is a link to the STOURBRIDGE wikipedia entry I edited to include this literary Joyce, Pound, Stourbridge link.

In popular culture

Stourbridge appears in two great works of poetry from the 20th century: Finnegans Wake by James Joyce and The Cantos of Ezra Pound.
Of course our low hero was a self valeter by choice of need so up he got up whatever is meant by a stourbridge clay kitchenette and lithargogalenu fowlhouse for the sake of akes (the umpple does not fall very far from the dumpertree)
- James Joyce Finnegans Wake, part 1, Episode 6. Page 184
and i went in a post chaise Woburn Farm, Stowe, Stratford, Stourbridge, Woodstock, High Wycombe and back to Grosvenor Sq
- Ezra Pound, Canto LXVI, line 30, Page 380.
Joyce's interest in Stourbridge is self evident from the passage quoted above and Stourbridge found its way into Pound's The Cantos via John Adams the second President of the United States, whose diary entry from 1786 Pound translated into his own epic poem.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Keys Leaks Doors

A gaspel truce leaks out over the caeseine coatings.
Amid a fluorescence of spectracular mephiticism there caoculates
through the inconoscope stealdily a still, the figure of a
fellowchap in the wohly ghast, Popey O'Donoshough, the jesuneral
of the russuates.  --James Joyce, FW. Pg. 349

Never slip the silver key through your gate of golden age. Collide with man,
collude with money. Ere you sail foreget my prize. Where you
truss be circumspicious and look before you leak, dears. --James Joyce, FW. Pg. 433.

-- Blondman's blaff! Like a skib leaked lintel the arbour
leidend with . . .?  --James Joyce, FW, g. 508

Old yeasterloaves may be a stale as a stub and the pitcher go to aftoms on the
wall. Mildew, murk, leak and yarn now want the bad that they
lied on. --James Joyce, FW, pg 598.

And all the greedy gushes out through their small souls. And all the lazy
leaks down over their brash bodies. How small it's all! And me
letting on to meself always. And lilting on all the time. --James Joyce, FW, 627.

And may he be too an intrepidation of our dreams which we foregot at wiking when the mom
hath razed out limpalove and the bleakfrost chilled our ravery! Pook. Sing ching lew mang! --JJ, FW, pg. 338

Ann alive, the lisp of her, 'twould grig mountains whisper
her, and the bergs of Iceland melt in waves of fire. -James Joyce, Finnegans Wake, pg. 139.

Monday, January 11, 2010

ALP RAW WAKE 111 (2008) edit


Robert Anton Wilson
passed through the great river Liffey on 11th January, 2007. 1/11/07. As a student of synchronicity,I, like many others who have an interest in RAW works noticed the number 111 coded into RAW's last waltz. For those who wished to see it, of course. RAW loved James Joyce and his great work Finnegans Wake, and i have come to love the book too. RAW often writes about the number 111 and its relationship with the heroine (Zeroine) of Finnegans Wake: ALP.

"This 1:11 business turns out to be more curious than we realize at first, even if we note that it is connected with Bloom's son, who died at age 11 days, Shakespeare's son Hamnet who died at 11 years and the 22 (2x11) letters in the Hebrew alphabet or the 22 words in the first sentence of Ulysses. If ALP and APL invoke all this, the LAP, a further permutation, invokes the LAP where a Freemason wears his apron, as in Aleister Crowley's BOOK OF LIES, Chapter 54, in which some Freemasons guess that the lost Mason Word is AMO, whose number is 111, and some guess that it is LAP which also has the number 111. (By Cabala, AMO=A which is 1, M which is 40, and O which is 70, 1+40+70=111, while LAP=L or 30, A or 1, and P or 80, and 30+1+80=111.) William York Tindall, a Joyce scholar who likes to count, has noted that many long sentences in FW have 111 clauses. Anna Livia Plurabelle's untitled "mamafesta" in Chapter Five has 111 alternative titles; when sad, she is described as "wan wan wan"; in Chapter 8, she has 111 children. Most books on Cabala hiny at trancendental meanings in the fact that the Hebrew A or aleph=ALP=111 when spelled in full as aleph-lamek-pe. -- Robert Anton Wilson Coincidance.

To commemorate the 1st anniversary of RAW's voyage i thought i'd take a peek into FW and correlate some research together upon the 111/ALP epiphenomena. Acting upon a mostly mystical impulse i confess, acting as if 111 were a pregnant number conceived of at some Galactic Agency.  Another KEY to help enter over and into Finnegans Wake. Into RAW's Wake and the Universe.

"Alice Pleasence Liddel or ALP, "Finnegan said simply, "is one aspect of Anna Livia Plurabelle or ALP, the superwomen who contains all women, in Joyce's Finnegans Wake."

"Oh," I said. It seemed the only adequate comment.

"I have wondered, "de Selby went on, "if one can equate APL with ALP on cabalistic grounds, since both equal 111, what of PLA? But that is an irrelevance, i've decided. What is important is that in 1932 not only did Alice P. Liddell and John S. Joyce die, but the atom was split for the first time, and the 92nd chemical element was discovered--the last natural element, you see. For the first time in history, humanity had access to the energy of the stars and possessed a full catalog of the basic building blocks of the universe." - Robert Anton Wilson, The Horror of Howth Hill, email to the universe.

"Table 1

Columns II, III. THE HEBREW NAMES OF NUMBERS AND LETTERS

These columns indicate the principle moral ideas conected with the Sephiroth. The names  of the letters indicate rather the pictorial glyph suggested by the shape of the letter. But they also conceal a secondary meaning behind that of numerical value and the number of the Tarot trump of each. The value of the name of each letter modifies that meaning. For example, Aleph, while principally significant of Zero and Unity, expalins itself further by the number 111, the value of the leeters A.L.P. That is to say a study of the number 111 enables us to analyze the meaning of the number 1. It indicates, for instance, the trinitarian equasion 1 = 3. -- Aleister Crowley, 777, page 49.


I, one thing, as relation to one thing:

Hui sees relation to 10. --Ezra Pound, Canto CXI


"The text with its three-sided frame is very difficult to follow, but this is chiefly because it hides under its surface of dream Dublin chatter the strict doctrines of the ancient cabala. This makes much of the mystical significance of numbers. Thus, the creator - 'Ainsoph' in the cabala - is represented by the number 1. His heavenly consort is O (Joyce calls her 'Zeroine'). As he moves towards her the numbers 2 and 9 are produced, and, when they achieve union, the great 10 comes about. -- anthony burgess, HCE, pg 224


EXHIBIT A: Finnegans Wake. Page 111.



Coping with Joyce: essays from the Copenhagen symposium
By Morris Beja, Shari Benstock



peraw raw raw reeraw puteters out of Now Sealand in spignt

of the patchpurple of the massacre, a dual a duel to die to

day, goddam and biggod, sticks and stanks, of most of the

Jacobiters.

The bird in the case was Belinda of the Dorans,a more than

quinquegintarian (Terziis prize with Serni medal, Cheepalizzy's

Hane Exposition) and what she was scratching at the hour of

klokking twelve looked for all this zogzag world like a

goodishsized sheet of letterpaper originating by transhipt from Boston

(Mass.) of the last of the first to Dear whom it proceded to

mention Maggy well & allathome's health well only the hate

turned the mild on the van Houtens and the general's elections

with a lovely face of some born gentleman with a beautiful present

of wedding cakes for dear thankyou Chriesty and with grand

funferall of poor Father Michael don't forget unto life's & Muggy

well how are you Maggy & hopes soon to hear well & must now

close it with fondest to the twoinns with four crosskisses for holy

paul holey comer holipoli whollyisland pee ess from (locust may

eat all but this sign shall they never) affectionate largelooking

tache of tch. The stain, and that a teastain (the overcautelousness

of the masterbilker here, as usual, signing the page away), marked

it off on the spout of the moment as a genuine relique of ancient

Irish pleasant pottery of that lydialike languishing class known as

a hurry-me-o'er-the-hazy.

Why then how?

Well, almost any photoist worth his chemicots will tip anyone

asking him the teaser that if a negative of a horse happens to melt

enough while drying, well, what you do get is, well, a positively

grotesquely distorted macromass of all sorts of horsehappy values

and masses of meltwhile horse. Tip. Well, this freely is what

must have occurred to our missive (there's a sod of a turb for

you! please wisp off the grass!) unfilthed from the boucher by

the sagacity of a lookmelittle likemelong hen. Heated residence

in the heart of the orangeflavoured mudmound had partly

obliterated the negative to start with, causing some features

palpably nearer your pecker to be swollen up most grossly while --Finnegans Wake: Page 111. Part:1 Episode:5 Page:111

In the bag were fragments of the living substance of her dear lord - 'a christmas boxapiece for aisch and iveryone of her childer'. Her children are 1 hundred and Eleven in number (111 is the symbol of plentitude), and their names and the presents she gave them fill two and a half pages. --;anthony burgess, HCE, page 217.

EXHIBIT B: 111 RAINBOW girls and their presents.

Finnegans Wake, Page 209.

I promise I'll

make it worth your while. And I don't mean maybe. Nor yet

with a goodfor. Spey me pruth and I'll tale you true.

Well, arundgirond in a waveney lyne aringarouma she pattered

and swung and sidled, dribbling her boulder through narrowa

mosses, the diliskydrear on our drier side and the vilde vetchvine

agin us, curara here, careero there, not knowing which medway

or weser to strike it, edereider, making chattahoochee all to her

ain chichiu, like Santa Claus at the cree of the pale and puny,

nistling to hear for their tiny hearties, her arms encircling

Isolabella, then running with reconciled Romas and Reims, on like a

lech to be off like a dart, then bathing Dirty Hans' spatters with

spittle, with a Christmas box apiece for aisch and iveryone of her

childer, the birthday gifts they dreamt they gabe her, the spoiled

she fleetly laid at our door! On the matt, by the pourch and

inunder the cellar. The rivulets ran aflod to see, the glashaboys, the

pollynooties. Out of the paunschaup on to the pyre. And they all

about her, juvenile leads and ingenuinas, from the slime of their

slums and artesaned wellings, rickets and riots, like the Smyly

boys at their vicereine's levee. Vivi vienne, little Annchen! Vielo

Anna, high life! Sing us a sula, O, susuria! Ausone sidulcis!

Finnegans Wake, Page 210.

jary every dive she'd neb in her culdee sacco of wabbash she

raabed and reach out her maundy meerschaundize, poor souvenir

as per ricorder and all for sore aringarung, stinkers and heelers,

laggards and primelads, her furzeborn sons and dribblederry

daughters, a thousand and one of them, and wickerpotluck for

each of them. For evil and ever. And kiks the buch. A tinker's

bann and a barrow to boil his billy for Gipsy Lee; a cartridge of

cockaleekie soup for Chummy the Guardsman; for sulky

Pender's acid nephew deltoãd drops, curiously strong; a cough and

a rattle and wildrose cheeks for poor Piccolina Petite MacFarlane;

a jigsaw puzzle of needles and pins and blankets and shins between

them for Isabel, Jezebel and Llewelyn Mmarriage; a brazen nose

and pigiron mittens for Johnny Walker Beg; a papar flag of the

saints and stripes for Kevineen O'Dea; a puffpuff for Pudge Craig

and a nightmarching hare for Techertim Tombigby; waterleg

and gumboots each for Bully Hayes and Hurricane Hartigan;

a prodigal heart and fatted calves for Buck Jones, the pride of

Clonliffe; a loaf of bread and a father's early aim for Val from

Skibereen; a jauntingcar for Larry Doolin, the Ballyclee jackeen; >>

a seasick trip on a government ship for Teague O'Flanagan; a

louse and trap for Jerry Coyle; slushmincepies for Andy

Mackenzie; a hairclip and clackdish for Penceless Peter; that twelve

sounds look for G. V. Brooke; a drowned doll, to face

downwards for modest Sister Anne Mortimer; altar falls for Blanchisse's

bed; Wildairs' breechettes for Magpeg Woppington; to Sue Dot

a big eye; to Sam Dash a false step; snakes in clover, picked and

scotched, and a vaticanned viper catcher's visa for Patsy Presbys;

a reiz every morning for Standfast Dick and a drop every minute

for Stumblestone Davy; scruboak beads for beatified Biddy; two

appletweed stools for Eva Mobbely; for Saara Philpot a jordan

vale tearorne; a pretty box of Pettyfib's Powder for Eileen Aruna

to whiten her teeth and outflash Helen Arhone; a whippingtop

for Eddy Lawless; for Kitty Coleraine of Butterman's Lane a

penny wise for her foolish pitcher; a putty shovel for Terry the

Puckaun; an apotamus mask for Promoter Dunne; a niester egg

with a twicedated shell and a dynamight right for Pavl the Curate;"

Finnegans Wake, Page 211

a collera morbous for Mann in the Cloack; a starr and girton for

Draper and Deane; for Will-of-the-Wisp and Barny-the-Bark two

mangolds noble to sweeden their bitters; for Oliver Bound a

way in his frey; for Seumas, thought little, a crown he feels big;

a tibertine's pile with a Congoswood cross on the back for

Sunny Twimjim; a praises be and spare me days for Brian-the

Bravo; penteplenty of pity with lubilashings of lust for Olona

Lena Magdalena; for Camilla, Dromilla, Ludmilla, Mamilla, a

bucket, a packet, a book and a pillow; for Nancy Shannon a

Tuami brooch; for Dora Riparia Hopeandwater a cooling douche

and a warmingpan; a pair of Blarney braggs for Wally Meagher;

a hairpin slatepencil for Elsie Oram to scratch her toby, doing

her best with her volgar fractions; an old age pension for Betty

Bellezza; a bag of the blues for Funny Fitz; a Missa pro Messa for

Taff de Taff; Jill, the spoon of a girl, for Jack, the broth of a boy;

a Rogerson Crusoe's Friday fast for Caducus Angelus

Rubiconstein; three hundred and sixtysix poplin tyne for revery warp in

the weaver's woof for Victor Hugonot; a stiff steaded rake and

good varians muck for Kate the Cleaner; a hole in the ballad for

Hosty; two dozen of cradles for J.F.X.P. Coppinger; tenpounten

on the pop for the daulphins born with five spoiled squibs for

Infanta; a letter to last a lifetime for Maggi beyond by the ashpit;

the heftiest frozenmeat woman from Lusk to Livienbad for Felim

the Ferry; spas and speranza and symposium's syrup for decayed

and blind and gouty Gough; a change of naves and joys of ills

="">for Armoricus Tristram Amoor Saint Lawrence; a guillotine

shirt for Reuben Redbreast and hempen suspendeats for

Brennan on the Moor; an oakanknee for Conditor Sawyer and

musquodoboits for Great Tropical Scott; a C3 peduncle for

Karmalite Kane; a sunless map of the month, including the sword and

stamps, for Shemus O'Shaun the Post; a jackal with hide for

Browne but Nolan; a stonecold shoulder for Donn Joe Vance;

all lock and no stable for Honorbright Merreytrickx; a big drum

for Billy Dunboyne; a guilty goldeny bellows, below me blow

me,for Ida Ida and a hushaby rocker,Elletrouvetout,for

Who-issilvier -- Where-is-he?; whatever you like to swilly to swash,"

Finnegans Wake, Page 212.

Yuinness or Yennessy, Laagen or Niger, for Festus King and

Roaring Peter and Frisky Shorty and Treacle Tom and O. B.

Behan and Sully the Thug and Master Magrath and Peter Cloran

and O'Delawarr Rossa and Nerone MacPacem and whoever you

chance to meet knocking around; and a pig's bladder balloon for

Selina Susquehanna Stakelum. But what did she give to Pruda

Ward and Katty Kanel and Peggy Quilty and Briery Brosna and

Teasy Kieran and Ena Lappin and Muriel Maassy and Zusan Camac

and Melissa Bradogue and Flora Ferns and Fauna

Fox-Goodman and Grettna Greaney and Penelope Inglesante and Lezba

Licking like Leytha Liane and Roxana Rohan with Simpatica

Sohan and Una Bina Laterza and Trina La Mesme and Philomena

O'Farrell and Irmak Elly and Josephine Foyle and Snakeshead

Lily and Fountainoy Laura and Marie Xavier Agnes Daisy

Frances de Sales Macleay? She gave them ilcka madre's daughter

a moonflower and a bloodvein: but the grapes that ripe before

reason to them that devide the vinedress. So on Izzy, her

shamemaid, love shone befond her tears as from Shem, her penmight,

life past befoul his prime.

My colonial, wardha bagful! A bakereen's dusind with tithe

tillies to boot. That's what you may call a tale of a tub !"

Reichert (l.c.p.229) describes heroic language in Vico's words as halfway between divine and human or as a mixture of both; but he gives no example, leaving it to his readers to imagine what a heraldic language looked like, spoken and written an age before the invention of human language with its narrative potential and its logical implications. We would be lost, no doubt, had we not the lists of FW as fitting examples. As far as I can see, they agree with all descriptions given by Vico (l.c. 446, 484, 930 et al.). If this is correct then the lists in FW are an artist's realization of a philosopher's vision. - Joyce Foundation.

Soul Melts Into Air --Ezra Pound, Canto CXI

List 1 (071.10-072.16) is a "collision" (collection) of 111 abusive names given to the dreaming HCE by a drunken man (Shem?) who is demanding from him, the innkeeper, "more wood alcohol" after having been boozing already in six other Dublin pub. Joyce Foundation

Exhibit C: 111 abusive names.

FW, Page 71.

Firstnighter, Informer, Old Fruit, Yellow Whigger,

Wheatears, Goldy Geit, Bogside Beauty, Yass We've Had His

Badannas, York's Porker, Funnyface, At Baggotty's Bend He

Bumped, Grease with the Butter, Opendoor Ospices, Cainandabler,

Ireland's Eighth Wonderful Wonder, Beat My Price, Godsoilman,

Moonface the Murderer, Hoary Hairy Hoax, Midnight Sunburst,

Remove that Bible, Hebdromadary Publocation, Tummer the Lame

the Tyrannous, Blau Clay, Tight before Teatime, Real Your

Pantojoke, Acoustic Disturbance, Thinks He's Gobblasst the Good

Dook of Ourguile, W.D.'s Grace, Gibbering Bayamouth of Dublin,

His Farther was a Mundzucker and She had him in a Growler,

Burnham and Bailey, Artist, Unworthy of the Homely Protestant

Religion, Terry Cotter, You're Welcome to Waterfood, signed the

Ribbonmen, Lobsterpot Lardling, All for Arthur of this Town,

Hooshed the Cat from the Bacon, Leathertogs Donald, The Ace

and Deuce of Paupering, O'Reilly's Delights to Kiss the Man

behind the Borrel, Magogagog, Swad Puddlefoot, Gouty Ghibeline,

Loose Luther, Hatches Cocks' Eggs, Muddle the Plan, Luck before

Wedlock, I Divorce Thee Husband, Tanner and a Make, Go to

Hellena or Come to Connies, Piobald Puffpuff His Bride, Purged

out of Burke's, He's None of Me Causin, Barebarean, Peculiar

Person, Grunt Owl's Facktotem, Twelve Months Aristocrat,

Lycanthrope, Flunkey Beadle Vamps the Tune Letting on He's

Loney, Thunder and Turf Married into Clandorf, Left Boot Sent

on Approval, Cumberer of Lord's Holy Ground, Stodge Arschmann,

Awnt Yuke, Tommy Furlong's Pet Plagues, Archdukon Cabbanger,

Last Past the Post, Kennealey Won't Tell Thee off Nancy's Gown,

Finnegans Wake, Page 70.

Scuttle to Cover, Salary Grab, Andy Mac Noon in Annie's Room,

Awl Out, Twitchbratschballs, Bombard Street Bester, Sublime

Porter, A Ban for Le King of the Burgaans and a Bom for Ye Sur

of all the Ruttledges, O'Phelim's Cutprice, And at Number Wan

Wan Wan, What He Done to Castlecostello, Sleeps with Feathers

end Ropes, It is Known who Sold Horace the Rattler, Enclosed

find the Sons of Fingal, Swayed in his Falling, Wants a Wife and

Forty of Them, Let Him Do the Fair, Apeegeequanee Chimmuck,

Plowp Goes his Whastle, Ruin of the Small Trader,

He---Milkinghoneybeaverbrooker, Vee was a Vindner, Sower Rapes,

Armenian Atrocity, Sickfish Bellyup, Edomite,--'Man Devoyd of

the Commoner Characteristics of an Irish Nature, Bad Humborg,

Hraabhraab, Coocoohandler, Dirt, Miching Daddy, Born Burst Feet

Foremost, Woolworth's Worst, Easyathic Phallusaphist,

Guilteypig's Bastard, Fast in the Barrel, Boose in the Bed, Mister Fatmate, -- FW, Page 71.

"But the growing convergence of data from coincidence hunters and the latest theories in quantum physics suggest that the model that will tie all this together will be much more revolutionary than proof of ghosts or of UFO's or even of thought transference would be. We seem to be dealing with a force that is, as Kammerer said, as universal as gravity and without limitations in either space or time. --RAW, The physics of synchronicity, Coincidance.

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